I had a dream last night that was both hilarious and poignant. I was sitting in a dorm room with Howard Stern. We were seated at a dinette table, from whence Howard was broadcasting his radio show. Guess the FCC made him go underground. I was Howard's producer/sidekick, and I was laughing at all of his crude comments.
DW walked into the room with YS, and told me that YS had been talking at school. YS came over to me and started talking to me like it was no big deal. When I asked him why he had never spoken before, he said that he just didn't know what we expected from him. I, of course, burst into tears of joy. Howard Stern announced on the air that my YS was talking and that it was a miracle.
I haven't listened to Howard Stern in years.
Friday, August 27, 2004
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Damn you, Randy, you made me cry.
Do I dare hold on to a belief in souls finding ways to communicate when the body can't? I don't know, but it was a good dream.
What a fascinating dream, how do you figure Howard figures?
Phoebe, you're talkin' Zen there.
Howard may have just been there, I don't know. Or maybe I want to be a potty-mouth on the radio when I grow up.
I spoke briefly with O.S. on the phone today. He only said one discernible word in several minutes -- "train." However, he's trying to write for the first time in a couple of years. DW found our "basketball angel" pin that she bought because it reminded her of O.S.'s love for that game. I'm wearing that pin today. Also, my boss used to be a basketball coach. Yea, verily, on Rick Majerus's staff, believe it or not.
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